Hey Marseilles Tour Blog: Day 4

Day 4: Nelson Barnard has arrived. He flew in this afternoon from Seattle to join for the last half of the tour. As the band’s tour manager, Barnard will have the key responsibilities of doing sound, working merch and (most importantly) driving the van if/when we are drunk.

We love Nelson.

Hotel Utah has some age on it. However, despite its tight quarters, it packs a punch. Merch sales will be way above expected. Hey Marseilles will be happy.

Tonight, Kobernik will set his electric keyboard aside to play the house’s upright piano. It looks old. Possibly as old as the Hotel.

After the show, Nelson drives us back to Hotel Kabuki. We eat much pizza and take advantage of the balcony for the fresh air and view.

In the morning, Sam Anderson, Nick Ward and I will get in the van and proceed to comb the industrial streets of San Francisco’s South Beach in search for a second location for the video project. We will find what we are looking for, track the audio and video and return to the hotel to collect the others.

Once, back in the van, we then head south to Santa Cruz. There we will kill time on the Boardwalk, eat ridicules burritos and meet a spoken word artist.

Sun times.

A few words from Loch Lomond members Richie Young and Dave Depper, under the proposed challenge of writing this blog in as few words as possible (aka, less time spent away from sun times):

Hanging with LL is like floating on a cloud while god is giving you a temple massage.. Fun fun, booze… Dry heave. Booze. So much fucking fun. 101 south

Margarita #3 is here. We idle away the days, a tequila fever dream guiding our steps like a Sherpa up the sheer face of touring’s angel/ whore dichotomy. How to quantify the half-empty chalice of hurry-up-and-wait? The siren song of drink tickets and World Cup fever? In my mind I’ve visited 22 taquerias; it’s probably closer to 17.
-Dave